Thursday 20 April 2023

Parents need to feed too

A Song Thrush near the Speke obelisk pulled up a worm. This time it didn't take it to the nest but ate it. Parents have to have their food too.


A Blackbird beside the Long Water looked nervously over his shoulder at me.


This Blackbird near the obelisk had something else to look at, a rival male. The upright posture with a fanned tail is a defiant one, making him look as big as possible.


A single Goldfinch twittered in a nearby tree.


A Goldcrest sang in the Flower Walk. Sorry about the poor technical quality of this video -- it's an elusive little bird and hard to film at all.


There was another sight of the Chiffchaff nesting across the path from the Henry Moore sculpture ...


... and of the Blackcap in the nearby hawthorn tree.


The hawthorn near the Albert Memorial is now in full blossom. A Coal Tit perched in it.


A Long-Tailed Tit paused on a twig in the Rose Garden.


A Magpie stared from a tree stump by the Long Water.


The male Little Owl at the Round Pond could be seen in one of the horse chestnut trees next to the nest tree. This tree is slow coming into leaf. The other is already in full leaf and it's very hard to see anything in it.


A Pied Wagtail had a wash in the Serpentine.


A Moorhen wandered through the reeds near the Italian Garden.



On the grass beside the Round Pond the Black Swan's fine ruffles were further ruffled by the stiff breeze.


A Small White butterfly rested on a leaf in the Rose Garden.


The familiar Mining Bee was also here on a wallflower.

2 comments:

  1. What a handsome fellow that Black Swan is. I hope it knows it.
    We are so lucky to be able to see a clip of a Goldcrest singing its tiny little heart out. Just glimpsing it is a strike of luck.
    Tinúviel

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    1. I think the Black Swan knows now, if he didn't already know, that he is a babe magnet for Mute females. He can sidle up to any of them uttering melodious hoots in an unknown language and she will be smitten.

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